Missing Murray

It's so easy to be happy, to want nothing else --if only everything else that mattered were within reach.

I miss my boyfriend. My days are busy. I don't have a lot of time to actually think about it, but I think about it all the time. I wander around malls imagining what he would say about this nice white summer dress I saw or how he would react to eating chicken inasal with bare hands and if he would think of me as a pig if he saw me eat.

The good thing about the future, when the present isn't heaven, is that it's got a fair shot of being great as much as it can turn out badly.

And so far, my sun is shining bright and I see no rain clouds in the horizon.

I only wish right now, I were with him basking in the glorious sunshine...